𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 [𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬]

Her [Misana]

In a close-knit town where everyone knew each other, people were admired for different reasons. Some stood out for their talents, others for their beauty, intellect, or charisma. Some gained attention for their athleticism, while others were recognized for their wealth or quick wit. But beneath the surface of admiration and envy, one question lingered: Do these qualities truly define us? Or are we all just trying to find something more?

It's a question that often kept Myoui Mina up at night. She would stare at her bedroom ceiling, thinking about what made someone truly remarkable. Was it the love they received? Their reputation? The way people gravitated toward them? 

The search for love—universal and elusive—seemed to connect everyone. Whether through friendships, family bonds, or romantic gestures, people yearned to be understood, cherished, and remembered. To feel like they mattered. Mina often pondered these things, her mind drifting during quiet moments. What was love, really? Was it grand and sweeping, or something smaller, quieter, but no less profound?

To Mina, love felt like a distant concept, much like the stars—visible, brilliant, but untouchable. She often noticed how easily some people, like Minatozaki Sana, seemed to attract love and admiration from everyone around them. Sana's world felt so different from hers.

Mina preferred the quiet. She thrived in it—whether she was flipping through the pages of a novel in the library or rehearsing ballet in an empty studio. She moved with precision and grace, her world flowing in time with the music. Teachers adored her for her discipline, classmates respected her for her intellect, but Mina never sought more. Popularity didn't matter much to her; she simply wanted to excel in her passions. She existed comfortably in the background, thriving in her own private world.

And then, there was Minatozaki Sana.

Sana was the type of person people couldn't help but notice. Walking into a room, she carried an energy that made it impossible to look away. Her laughter rang like a melody, warm and infectious. She didn't just light up a room—she commanded it. Sana was the life of school events, the star of performances, the one whose confidence seemed untouchable.

It was impossible not to be drawn to her. Students surrounded her, their faces lighting up just being near her. Sana remembered everyone's name, always seemed to have something funny or kind to say, and made people feel like they mattered.

Mina watched her from a distance sometimes, curious but hesitant.

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It started during lunch one day. Mina sat at her usual spot in the far corner of the cafeteria, a book propped open on her tray. She wasn't reading, though. Not really. Her eyes wandered, landing on the crowd of students at the center of the room.

There she was—Sana.

She was surrounded by her friends, all laughing at something she'd just said. She leaned back in her chair, her confidence effortless. The way she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she grinned seemed almost rehearsed, yet entirely natural. Laughter erupted from the table, loud enough to draw the attention of students nearby. She grinned, leaning forward as if sharing a secret. For a moment, she glanced across the room, her gaze brushing past Mina's.

Mina quickly looked back at her notebook, heart skipping for no reason she could name. She scolded herself silently. "Why do I always notice her?"

Mina kept her head down, pretending to read her book, but she couldn't help listening. There was something magnetic about the way Sana carried herself, like she belonged in every space she entered.